Once upon a Sunday dreary, while I languished, bored and bleary
Contemplating nothing watching football on TV
While I nodded, nearly napping, something in my brain came tapping
Subtle as a rapper’s rapping, beat box booming raucously
“Who the hell is that,” I muttered, “beat box booming raucously?
“Ruining my tranquility.”
Jolted as if by espresso, watching Dallas stomp Chicago
With just six minutes left to go, waiting on the final score.
Much as I enjoyed the Bears’ shame, I could not focus on the game
Much like a moth is drawn to flame, the vortex of my mind became
I could not help but to recall a motion filed weeks ago
Something that I missed before.
Pondered I the affidavit filed by an addled dimwit
Seeking legal retribution from some guy who stalked his wife.
Knowing only what I read on the fore-mentioned dimwits’s motion
“Something stinks about this like a moldering alewife.
“Something’s wrong about this and on that I’d bet my life.”
Well, maybe 10 bucks, not my life.
As my thoughts grew hot and rabid, quickly I logged in to Scribd
Searching for the affidavit Aaron Walker filed weeks before
In his florid words intense I saw a thing that made no sense
I wondered how I’d missed it as I’ve read the thing before
Questioned I my comprehension that I could miss this before.
I stared until my eyes were sore.
The motion told a tale of horror, Aaron Walker’s livid terror
When there on the occasion of a courthouse expedition,
For company, he took his wife, and inconsiderate of her life
Leaving her exposed to face the human corporal form of sin
To the wily whims and mercy of the man called Kimberlin
The evil that is Kimberlin.
She was safe there in the courthouse, tucked in like a comfy churchmouse
With her manly husband there with cops and sheriff’s guards and more.
Walker saw the man approaching there into the court encroaching
The evil known as Kimberlin drew near the courthouse door
His wife safe there beside him Aaron feared what lie in store
He sacrificed his paramour.
“Here comes Kimberlin,” he said, “You know him as the cause of dread
“And though you would be safe with me and all these guards and guns you see
“I order you to hit the bricks and wait for me out in the car.”
Used to doing as she’s told, she didn’t whine she didn’t scold.
She left the safety of the courthouse since Aaron Walker told her to.
Who knew what Kimberlin would do?
No matter whose account you take to be the truth, for goodness sake
What kind filthy, crawling louse would send his wife from the courthouse
To face the man he fears to face without a gun or can of mace
To render her more vulnerable to the man that Walker fears?
What kind of husband is he that would force his wife to face HIS fears?
And thus provoke her frightened tears.
A craven coward does such things, controls his wife with puppet strings
And task her with the daily charge to check the car for bombs?
And when will Mary draw the line and show the vestage of a spine
To tell her craven husband off and point him to the door?
To show him that she will not be his doormat any more?
Quoth the Craven, “Nevermore.”